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Chapter 7 - More than Man's Best Friend
"...you can talk to your father, convince him of the danger we face from the white walkers."
Like I hadn't considered that before. Nieve shook her head with a sad laugh. "That's not possible."
"Why not?" Jon frowns.
"Because my father is dead. Killed by the Lannisters."
So much about Nieve became clear to Jon in that moment. He could recognise the anger in her, the same anger he had felt when he lost his father. He rode out to avenge his families' loss, to join Rob's army, leaving the wall and his vows behind him - if it were not for Sam, Grenn and Pip - he'd be a dead man too. But what confused him was what she was doing here - it was clear she was a just and vengeful person - she would not have killed the Night's Watchmen for their atrocities if she was not, but yet she was not hunting out Lannisters, but here; at the wall. The only thing that kept Jon at the wall was his vows - without them he'd have abandoned his duty a long time ago. He'd have gone to King's Landing - taken care of Arya, Bran, Rickon and even Sansa if she'd let him, or he'd have joined Robb's rebellion, or he'd have run away with Ygritte, started a new life together. But Nieve was still here; what sense of duty did a Sandsnake have to the wall?
"I'm sorry for your loss." Jon says, bowing his head a little. And he thought he'd glimpsed a slight smile back, in gratitude, but had quickly faded from her lips.
"I would have spoken to my father about your plight if if he were still here."
"There's still prince Doran…" Jon says hopefully.
Nieve sighs and shakes her head, she'd also considered talking to him, but if she was honest she and the gout ridden prince were not all that close. The only time she'd see him were at feasts and celebrations, and even then they would only nod to each other in acknowledgement. She knew it wouldn't do well to ask favours of the man, he was fair minded but still had a Martell temper. She'd need leverage to reason with him before she could make any requests. Seems like Jon was catching onto her way of thinking too.
"…So what if I were to keep you held hostage, and tell Prince Doran that if he doesn't fight with us, I'll-"
"-you'll what?" Nieve scoffs, "Kill me? We both know that's not going to happen."
"But they don't know that." He says darkly.
Nieve laughs, "You do realise how foolish that would be, we don't take hostility lightly. The Dornish aren't too different from the Freefolk, there's a reason our Kingdom stands alone. Come on then, you learnt all about the Houses of Westeros; you must know the Martell words..?"
Jon says the words without a thought, "Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.", he felt a little bit more of his hope crumble into dust.
Nieve nods. "Does that sound like a House that could be forced into allegiance, to you?"
Jon began pacing, "I doubt you're forced into anything."
"Tell that to Arya." Nieve mumbles, Jon raises a brow but Nieve ignores it and continues, "besides, you're going to want faithful allies, not men forced into loyalty."
Jon's pacing ceases, he huffs in desperation, "So we can't blackmail them, and you have no influential contacts in Dorne..."
Maybe not in Dorne, but Nieve still had Varys and Tyrion, they maybe be wanted criminals but they were working on becoming influential with the Mother of Dragons…
"What if I could persuade my family to turn there intensions of war away front the Lannisters, and onto the your cause?" She says a suddenly, her eyes were scanning from side to side as she quickly began formulating a plan.
Jon laughs bitterly. "Trust me I've tried, I've appealed to every House across the Seven kingdoms. They refuse to believe that it's their problem."
Nieve stands up and begins to pace as she works out the details in her head, her face in a frown. The Dornish may be the best fighters and they may be stubborn as bulls, but when Daenerys reaches Dornish shores we wouldn't stand a chance against her ever growing army and ferocious dragons. But what if we could strike a bargain; Daenerys could let the Dornish keep their lands as long as they fought with Jon for the Long Night when the time came.
Nieve can feel Jon's confused eyes following her as she steps across one side of the cell to the other. But she remains concentrated, looking for any loop hole or angles she might have missed.
She realised this plan relied heavily on the relationship Tyrion and Varys would need to create with the Mother of Dragons. I'd need to get a letter to the Eunuch, telling him success with Daenerys was imperative, if we're to have any control in gaining the Dornish as an ally. With a bit of persuasion; Dorne would do the right thing, but force their hand and they'd strike back. This must be handled delicately. Nieve finishes her train of thought. She realises Jon is waiting for this master plan, but she'd have to edit out the certain details; she didn't think telling Jon about Targaryens was the best idea, she'd couldn't draw any attention to his heritage or Varys' plan just yet.
She clears her throat a little, "You're not from Dorne, they won't bow to some Northern Lord Commander thousands of miles away. Many are ignorant or apathetic as to what it is you're doing here. They don't hear of the sacrifices in your battles, they don't believe stories of the dead rising as ice. I mean when was the last time a Dornishman was even recruited to the wall? I'm going to be honest with you, Snow. I have no influence. But I know secrets, I know the strengths and weaknesses of the Houses, and with just the right amount of nepotism and negotiation - I think I could convince them to accept."
Jon looks both relieved and skeptical at the same time. "You would do that?"
"I said I could. Didn't say I would." Nieve said firmly. She would need a few conditions for herself first.
Jon huffs, "What do you want?"
She did say she'd wait until he trusts her to let her out, but her sanity and patience is wearying to thin to care anymore. "I want out of this cell."
Jon knew she was going to say that, "You killed three men of the Night's Watch, we'd execute our own brothers if they did that. I can't let you out. Doesn't exactly inspired confidence."
Nieve glares at him, disgusted. "How can you say that when you know why I had to kill them?"
Jon raises his eyebrows in the 'had' in her sentence. "Wanted." He corrects. "Look I'm not defending what they did to you. The Gods know they deserved their punishment. But the men doubt my leadership enough already. Besides, you're safer in here, less chance of it happening again.'
"I don't need to be locked up for protection," Nieve snaps. "I can take care of myself."
"Exactly," Jon laughs a little, "It's not to protect you, it's to protect them."
Nieve smiles slightly. It was a strange backhanded compliment but she'd accept it.
"Besides," Jon continues in a more serious tone, "You're promising me that you'll talk to Prince Doran, you've haven't guaranteed an army yet. Convince him first, then we'll talk about your terms of release."
Nieve pouts, pretending to consider this for a moment, before saying, "No freedom, no letter. Good day, Lord Commander." She lay her head back against the wall and closed her eyes like she was trying to fall asleep. She didn't need to open her eyes to know that Jon was pulling his usual mopey expression.
He clenches his fist tight, voice filled with impatience, "Sand, if I agree to this; both Stannis and The watch won't take it well."
Nieve opens her eyes, "Why do you care?" She shrugs, "From what I hear your men don't like or trust you anyway-"
"-I believe they respect my sense of duty-" Jon says, sounding less convincing as he would have hoped. But Nieve interrupts him.
"-and based off your reluctancy, it sounds like you don't trust them either."
Jon glowers at her. "There are slight conflicts in ideology yes." He says stiffly.
"Slight Conflicts?!" She scoffs. "Your men don't trust you because you're 'the Wildling lover'!"
Jon's body stiffens. He didn't know how much she knew about him, but his temper begun to flare in a way it hadn't done in years at that moment - she couldn't know about Ygritte from her time in Braavos, he was certain of that. Jon couldn't show that he was rattled by her words, "What are you talking about?" he tries to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Your time with the wildlings," Nieve continues, "you met a woman, did you not?-"
"-shut your mouth!-"
"-fell in love with the enemy-"
"-I SAID; SHUT UP!" Jon cries out, he has long claw drawn in less than a second. Nieve is on her feet just as fast. Stance low and ready to dodge his attacks. Jon is panting heavily, but Nieve didn't move a muscle. Neither of them had broken eye contact, both eager to state their defiance, until Jon looks down at his hands gripping the sword, realising he'd lost his temper. She'd struck a nerve he didn't know could affect him like that, and in that moment, he was still grieving, still in mourning; for Ygritte. He'd had so much to preoccupy him in his duties that he'd barely allowed himself a moment to hurt, cry and move on. He didn't know why Nieve mentioning Ygritte affected him more than when anyone else did, but whatever the reason was he knew he'd prefer not knowing.
His breathing eased a little and he let up his sword but he was still fuming. He didn't want to speak to Nieve any more. He didn't want to see her anymore.
She is poison. He thought. Alluring, but toxic.
"On second thoughts…" Jon growls, "I don't make deals with snakes."
Nieve hasn't moved from her defence despite the fact that Jon's blade is back in its sheath - she knew better than to let up her guard.
'Snow.." She begins in a warning tone.
But Jon is done listening. "I don't know why I ever trusted a word you've said. You're not here to help - Keep your deal."
He yanks the door open and storms out, slamming it shut with a finality that seems to chill Nieve to the bone.
Nieve felt her back hit the stone wall and slid to the ground with a groan of frustration. She smacks her head with her hand at her stupidity. She didn't think she could rattle Jon up like that, he'd always seemed unfazed and untouchable. You know better Sand! Everyone has their pressure points, and you had to poke at it didn't you!
She squeezes her eyes shut and clenches her fists tight, trying to calm down her breathing.
Once she regains control of her temper, Nieve opens her eyes, staring at the faded light between the bars in the gap of the door. It was growing darker outside; the days were becoming shorter and the nights were growing colder. Winter was coming - and soon.
I'm running out of time.
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"What did she say?" Sam is sat at the edge of his seat, awaiting Jon's response.
"She said she'd talk to House Martell, get them to fight with us. If I set her free."
"And what did you say?" Although, Sam was almost certain he knew the answer.
Jon shifted a little in his chair, "I told her we don't negotiate with Snakes."
"That's what I feared you'd say." Sam sighs in disappointment.
Refusing to feel comfortable, Jon slouches grumpily back in his seat, "She's not to be trusted." He growls.
Sam leans forwards over the table desperate to understand the reason for Jon's disgruntlement. "Half the men in the watch aren't to be trusted. Stannis in our castle isn't to be trusted. We still negotiate with them?!" Sam challenges.
"This is different-"
"-How?!"
Jon honestly didn't know why it felt different, he just knew somehow that trusting Nieve was more important than trusting Stannis or even his men. Like she was always meant to come to the wall, like the Gods had pushed her into his life. But this only made the idea of trusting her even scarier to him. "She's dangerous." Jon finally gives his excuse.
Sam stares at Jon in silence for a moment, unconvinced. "You want to know what I think?"
Jon rolls his eyes. "You're going to tell me anyway no doubt."
Sam nods, "I think you don't want to trust her because you like her. And if you trust her, the more it'll hurt if she betrays you."
Jon had never considered this. Admittedly there were times he'd enjoyed her company, but the like was a strong word with Nieve. Maybe she wasn't a terrible person, maybe they'd even come to be friends, but Jon had to segregate any notions of like for now, liking someone doesn't make them trustworthy.
"Of course I don't want to get hurt, Sam." Jon says, desperation thick in his voice. "But I can't trust her because I can't trust anyone."
"You trust me?" Sam's voice was quieter now, wounded even. "And I trust her."
Jon felt his temper flare again in that moment. Sam was the only one to see Sand other than the Princess Shireen, and she doesn't know of Ygritte. How can Sam sit there talking of trust!
Jon stares at his feet, his voice low and disappointed. "Did you tell her about Ygritte?"
Sam's face turns red, now realising the reason for Jon's temper. "It might have … slipped out." He says apologetically.
Jon looks livid. "You had no right!-"
"-I know, I'm sorry."
"You are the only one here I can trust Sam-"
"-and I'd never do anything to jeopardise that." Sam says desperately. "Jon, I really am sorry."
Jon looks at Sam, he'd never had a closer friend than Sam who wasn't a sibling like Robb or Arya. He couldn't bare the thought of losing him too. "I believe you." Jon says with a smile.
Sam sighs in relief. There's silence again, and Sam shuffles the parchments in his hand awkwardly before continuing; "But I still think you should reconsider the terms with Nieve."
It's Jon's turn to sigh now. "I'll think about it."
Sam didn't say anymore on the matter, knowing better than to push the Lord Commander. Instead Sam stands stiffly and announces; "Shall we continue with the recruitment requests?"
Jon nods and Sam begins to hand him more parchments to sign.
"Lord Ashford… Lady Coalfield…. Lord Smallwood."
"Never even heard of these people." Jon grumbles.
"They haven't heard of you either. But we need men and they have some." Sam reasons.
Jon excepts the next parchment, staring at the unfamiliar name. "And how many men does this Lord Mason have to send us?"
"More than Lord Weebly." Sam chuckles. But his chuckling ceases when he sees the final name on the parchment. He subtly tries to pass it to Jon with his thumb over the name but Jon wasn't going to be fooled. Jon's freezes when he sees the name.
"Not him." He says defiantly.
"Then who?" Sam says desperately, "I'm sorry, but we need men and supplies. And Roose Bolton is the Warden of-"
"-He murdered my brother." Jon's voice cracks a little.
Sam speaks calmly, "We swore to be the Watchers on the Wall. We can't watch the Wall with fifty men. And we can't get more men without help from the Warden of the North."
Jon can't believe he's about to grovel to the murderer of his family - to the usurper of his father's House. He takes a deep breath and signs the damned thing, he throws down the quill and scotches his chair back from the table, wanting to get out of arms reach from the letter before he changed his mind. Sam nods in respect and gratitude at Jon's strength to do the right thing, and gathers the letters. Jon stares out of the window, trying to ignore the guilt he felt at betraying his brother's memory. Before Sam could make it out of the door, the Red Woman barges in.
"Apologies, my Lady." Sam says shyly, bowing his head. He turns to Jon who's expression is just as shocked as his. Jon gives him a small nod as to says it's okay to leave us, and Sam ducks out of the room.
"Lord Commander." The Red Woman says boldly.
Jon sits up in his chair uncomfortably, "How can I help you?" he says, voice a little hoarse.
The Lady approaches the table, her hands locked together in a respectful manner. "Come with us when we ride south. None of us know the castle as well as you do. Its hidden tunnels, its weaknesses, its people. Winterfell was your home once. Don't you want to chase the rats out of it?"
"Castle Black is my home now." Jon says a little too stiffly, "Night's Watch takes no part in the wars of the Seven Kingdoms." A line he felt he had been saying a lot these days.
"There's only one war. Life against death." The Lady says before she edges closer towards Jon. "Come. Let me show what you're fighting for."
Jon tries to disguise his discomfort, "You're gonna show me some vision in the fire." He says impatiently, "Forgive me, my Lady. But I don't trust in visions."
She's standing over him now, eyes blazing into his but her tone is gentle. "No visions. No magic. Just life." She pulls open her robe, revealing her pale, beautiful bare breasts in the glowing light from the window. Jon stiffens. His eyes wonder down her body, his breaths deeper and his heart thumps in lust. She takes his hand, gently removing his glove and placing the cold tips of his fingers around her breast. Her skin was like fire; warm, soft, and enchanting.
"Do you feel my heart beating?" She says seductively. Jon nods, his eyes in a daze, he couldn't remember his own name if anyone had asked him in that moment.
"This power in you, you resist it, and that's your mistake. Embrace it."
Jon shakes himself from her enchantment, realising what she's trying to do. He briskly retracts his hand from hers. But she takes his face in her hand, and straddles him, draping her hand across his chest. Jon's eyes fall to her lips.
"The Lord of Light made us male and female. Two parts of a greater whole. You're not joining this power. Power to make life, power to make light…"
Jon swallows, trying to remind himself how to speak.
"…and power to cast shadows."
"I don't think Stannis would like that very much."
The Red Woman pulls a mischievous expression, "Then we shouldn't tell him."
Her fingers begin to pull at his leathers, when Jon manages a: "I can't."
"Why?" She whispers.
"I swore a vow." Jon says, but his eyes are on her lips.
The lady gives him a look to say we both know that vow has been broken before.
"I loved another." Jon confesses.
But the Red Woman argues again, "The dead don't need lovers. Only the living." She tries to grab his crotch but Jon catches her hand first.
"I know." He says with finality. "But I still love her."
The lady stares at him in confusion. Finally, accepting the rejection she stands, ties up her robe and heads to leave the room. But before she exits she turns to him, face humiliated but determined to have the last word. "You know nothing, Jon Snow."
Jon's face drops in shock. How could she know those words? His mind immediately thought of Nieve and how she warned him that this would happen. That the Red Woman would try to seduce him. He was still just as confused as to why, but he knew he'd done the right thing refusing her. It was true he was not yet over Ygritte, and that he knew the consequences of bedding the Red Woman would scared the shit out of him. But a huge part of what stopped him, was guilt; as the Lady Melisandre straddled him, he had felt guilt, because he wasn't so sure he'd have said no, had it been a certain young woman, currently sitting in a cell below the castle.
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Nieve lay on her back in her cell. Her mind rumbled with ideas and plans as to how to get herself out of Castle Black before Jon came to his senses and executed her.
You've fucked up again and this time there's no coming back, Sand. Time to go, you were never right for this mission, Varys should never have trusted in you to help him with Gendry let alone protect Jon and help save the bloody Kingdom!
She sits up suddenly, hearing the familiar clunk that Jon's boots would make as he made his way down the corridor.
It couldn't be…
She sits still as she heard the steps edge closer, she fears if she made a sound the steps might disappear into nothing but wishful thinking.
Surely he doesn't want to talk to me again, although if he were hear to kill me, he'd have brought more men to escort me.
The key turns in the lock and Jon enters. He keeps his head down, Nieve assumes it's because he was too disgusted to look at her but there's something more in his expression - almost like embarrassment.
"Can I trust you?" Jon asks rather formally.
Nieve blinks. "Only you can decide that."
Jon looks at her. Usually, when he looks at her he sees a cold, beautiful, and guarded woman. But now he sees humility and sincerity and he feels certain he's doing the right thing.
"I'm surprised you came back." Nieve whispers, eyes still wide in shock.
Jon nods, "Well, I'd be selfish not to consider the deal."
Nieves eyebrows shot up her head. She thought she ruined any chance of him visiting her again, let alone making deals.
"And because you were right." Jon continues admittedly.
"I was?"
"About the Red Woman."
Nieve's face flutes red although she doesn't entirely know why. "What did she do?"
"Exactly what you said she would." Jon looks at the ground embarrassed, "She tried to seduce me."
Nieve feels strangely nervous about asking her next question but she needs to know. "And… did you - let - her?"
Jon looks her in the eye in that moment. There's was a sense of guilt, but he says: "No."
"Good." Nieve sighs.
"At least I know you weren't lying about that."
Nieve straightens up, "I promised I will not lie to you, Snow." She says confidently and she meant it. Jon takes in her words but doesn't respond. He was ready trust her to a degree but he knew she still had motives, and he vowed he'd come to find out what they were, one way or another.
"I'd like to revise the terms of the deal." Jon clears his throat. "You write to Prince Doran, you ask for his help. In exchange I grant you your freedom. But you are to be chaperoned day and night either by me, Sam, and Maester Aemon. Sam says you like books - you'll accompany him and the Maester, you'll assistant them in any matters they require. I'll still make my visits and you'll continue to tell me all you know about the kingdoms."
Nieve frowns, "And who intends to watch me at night?"
Jon had presumed she'd ask this question, "My direwolf, Ghost. If you try to escape, or hurt anyone I don't think I could stop him tearing you apart, so I advise you not to try."
Nieve nods understandingly. She wasn't going to run and she knew better than to argue - this was the best deal she was going to get.
"And I'll allow you to have that wash." Jon adds, "You're beginning to smell worse than a band of Wildlings."
Then Jon does the last thing she expects: he smiles. Nieve smirks. He steps towards the door.
Nieve sucks in a deep breathe and forces herself to say what she should have told him ever since he decided not to execute her. "You're a better man than I give you credit for, Snow."
Jon expression remains blank, but there was something in his eye that gave him away; he appreciated Nieve saying that. Then he ducks out of the room before his emotions could betray him too much.
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Nieve had hoped she'd be let out straight away after there arrangement, but Jon had told her he'd need to inform his men and have her new accommodations prepared. But Nieve knew it was his way of getting back at her for mentioning his Wildling girl. She knew she kind of deserved it, and she knew Jon would revel in seeing her pout a bit.
Round the time Nieve would usually be brought dinner, Jon stops by again. But he isn't alone. Nieve body goes rigid where she sits,at the sight of the giant wolf beside him.
"This is Ghost." Jon says casually. "He'll been guarding you at night and as I said, I've arranged you to assist Sam and the Maester during the day in the library. You can help by reading up on the Whites, even myths and legends might be of use at this point."
Nieve is barely listening, she could feel her face making a stupid expression as she stares in disbelief at the wolf.
Jon attempts to suppress a smile as he did with everyone who met ghost for the first time. 'I wouldn't quake too much..' Jon warns, only half joking, "…He smells fear.'
"I'm not scared." Nieve says, more convincingly than she felt. Ghost edges closer. Nieve wants to flinch away but she holds still. The creature growls, and her dream comes flooding back. "It's you." She says quietly. It was the same wolf! The wolf she had cried to help her when she was buried in blood. All fear had washed away now.
Ghost cocks his head to the side in confusion - just like he'd did in my dream.
Nieve was so lost in the wolfs eyes, she didn't even think about her next move, she raises her hand for the creature to sniff. Jon was about to step forward to pre-empt the disaster he knew was going to happen every time someone tried to be too familiar with Ghost. But he blinks in shock as his wolf meets her hand, nuzzling against it, licking her fingers happily. Nieve makes a sound Jon isn't used to hearing; she giggles innocently, eagerly stroking and petting the creature.
"Okay. That's not normal." Jon frowns at the scene before him.
"It took him less time to trust me than you did, Snow." Nieve laughs.
"Well then.." Jon seems a little taken aback. "I'll escort you to the library first - you'll write the letter. And then you'll be given a wash. We'll have your furs washed too, but we've only got men's attire in the meantime if you don't mind."
"Does it look like I mind?" Nieve says sarcastically, gesturing to her own blooded furs and breeches. She wasn't opposed to skirts and dresses but in this chilly climate she needed to feel warm and comfortable to move around.
"Yeah didn't think that was a problem." Jon mutters. "Come, Ghost."
The wolf retreats to his master and Nieve stands to follow Jon out of the cell.
She takes a deep breath, she can't believe how good the air smells and she wasn't even outside yet. The corridor was dark and long and she walks the steps Jon would normal walk to visits her day by day, thanking the Many Faced God for giving her a third chance despite her terrible attempts at diplomacy.
They are silent as they walk. Jon doesn't even bother keeping an eye on Nieve, he knows Ghost could take her if she were to try to escape.
She didn't know the castle either, she would know the exits to try make a run for anyway. And he doubted she would run anyway Jon still hadn't forgotten she was here for a reason, she'd stick round until she got what she wanted. They took a flight of stairs to the library. Nieve memorising the route as she went; making note of passageways and locked doors that she knew she'd want to explore.
Jon slows as they near the library door, the handle clunks as he pushes it open. The library is dark and dank like everywhere in the castle, but it didn't matter to Nieve, she felt at home with books and knew she could work with this deal. An old blind man rose slowly from his seat. Nieve felt bad that his sense of manners seemed stronger than his abled body.
Luckily Jon thought the same. "No need to stand Maester. This is Nieve Sand, of House Martell. This is Maester Aemon. You'll assist him day to day in the library."
"Come here, my dear. I'm glad that Jon snow here finally came to his senses and let you out."
Nieve laughed, and approached the blind man, taking his out stretched hands in welcome.
"Thanks, Maester." Jon mutters sarcastically under his breath.
"It's good to be out and to finally meet you." Nieve smiles politely, giving his hands a small squeeze in hers.
"Nieve is here to hold her end of the deal." Jon throws Nieve a warning look. She rolls her eyes.
"Of course." The Maester says, lifting the ink and parchment on the table in front of him, and pushing it towards Nieve. Without a word, she takes a seat, quill in hand ready to scribe.
"Will you dictate?" She asks Jon.
Jon shakes his head, "You said you could convince them - so this is down to you. Your words, under your name."
Nieve stares at the blank parchment, thinking hard as to how she'd make this request to her Uncle. She sighs a little, before carefully dipping the quill into the ink; and begins to write.
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Yay she's out! But don't you think all trouble between Nieve and Jon is over - oh no. We're just getting started.
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